Tuesday, April 30, 2013

I was riffling through my old school essays for my writing assignment, and I found this little piece. This was written for a mid-term or finals in 2009, can't remember exactly. Maybe it was SPM trials. I always preferred writing fiction during exams because it made it easier for what I call "under-pressure crapping", and I never edited it apart from the spelling and grammar errors. Anyway, I've reread it, and surprisingly....I don't hate it. mmmmm.......I did deviate from the topic "Courage" by a LOT though....I'm more of a narcissist than I thought. Ah well, decided to share it here. This was 17-yr-old-sweating-in-exam-hall-me trying to create a bittersweet/horror/hanging ending....

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I charged up the stairs of the
tower, stumbling over dead bodies and debris. Sweat was pouring down my face as
I gasped for air; the pain in my lungs was searing me. My heart pounded
rapidly, as the fear in my soul attempted to drown out all hope. Still I
pressed on, until I reached the very top and faced a solid black door. Taking
deep breaths as I tried to restore calm in my state of panic, I focused my
energy on the door’s cool metal.

Bang. The door flew open and skidded across the smooth marble
floor. I marched in, willing myself to not feel the pain, the sorrow that shall
soon come. From the top of the tower, I could see the red glow of destruction,
killing my people, snuffing out lives, breaking apart families. I wrenched my
eyes from the scene, fixing them instead on a figure who was the cause of all
this suffering: my enemy – Kyle.

On my arrival, he turned and
faced me with a sardonic smile twisting his features. His blue eyes were now
blood red; he was pale, but I could have recognized him anywhere. After all,
Kyle was my friend. Pain, anger and disappointment pierced my heart as I
studied his profile. My best friend was now my enemy. The betrayal was worse
than anything I could bear.

He said nothing to me as he eyes
me the way a snake would eye a trapped mouse. All of a sudden overwhelming fear
drove out my sorrow. Kyle was more than a friend, he was mentor. He knew me
inside and out. He knew the strength of my powers, my weaknesses, all of my
strategies. How was I supposed to defeat him? Would I even want to defeat him?
I hesitatingly took a step back, trembling with doubt.

He took a step forward, looked
over the balcony at the rampage below, and turned his eyes back on me. He
opened his mouth as if to speak, but snapped it shut again. And suddenly, the
dam of emotions inside my broke. All the long years of bitterness, hate and
above all, sorrow, came thundering down like a waterfall.

“Why?” I shouted at him. “Why did
you this?”

In answer, he began to laugh. But
it was not his warm, infectious laughter. This laugh was high and cold, sending
chills down my spine despite myself. This was no nightmare, it was real. Kyle
had truly betrayed all of us. After all that we have done to protect our
people, he betrayed us. Betrayed me.

I squashed down a shudder as I
sensed his power. I was no match for him, and he knew it. But I could not back
out now. As I stood listening to him laughing, I inhaled silently and blocked
every emotion. This was no longer the Kyle I knew. This was my enemy, and he will
be defeated, the way so many have fallen before me. I fixed that thought into
my mind and was filled with cold clarity.

I stretched out my arm and a jet
of blue light shot straight at him. Immediately he retaliated with a flash of
red light, forcing me to duck. The air crackled with power as we dueled. I was
dodging, fighting, retreating so much that I could hardly think. He was more
than a match for me. I was barely able to defend myself.

I found myself driven to the edge
of the tower and suddenly a sharp pain struck me knee. I crumpled to the floor
as I stared up at him advancing menacingly towards me. I could sense the
strength of his power increasing, outmatching mine. I was powerless, defeated. I
shook my head violently in denial; sweat and tears drenching my face.

This could not be happening. If
he wins, evil shall reign, for I knew that no one else could stop him. Thinking
wildly, I tried to refocus to fight, but fear kept me from reaching out to my
powers. Please! My head screamed on
its on accord. I’m just a boy! I’m just a
child!

With no warning, Kyle stumbled
backwards, a groan issuing from his lips. I stared at him in surprise, and
Kyle’s piercing blue eyes were penetrating mine. His mouth convulsed as if he
was struggling to say something. Finally, in a hoarse whisper,

“Courage.” And he collapsed to the ground. I sat stunned at what I
just heard, unable to move.

Within seconds he was back on his
feet, his evil red eyes full of hatred. And then it hit me. I should have known
all along. Kyle was not my enemy. Even imprisoned in his own body, he managed
to reach out and give me what I needed most: courage.

I staggered up, fear banished
from me. With my left hand outstretched, I gathered all the energy I had. As I
did so, I felt strength leaving my body. It didn’t matter, though. I knew what
I had to do, to free Kyle, to save all of us once and for all. I was no longer
afraid.

I spoke a single word. White
light surrounded all of me as I smiled in contentment. I shall soon see Kyle as
before, and thank him for the courage that is now in me.

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He slowly stirred as he felt the
body of the man it possessed hit the floor, charred beyond recognition. The
impact was agony, but it no longer mattered. He had won.

The foolish boy, did he really
think that his mentor had turned against him? No, it was him all along who controlled this body, who subdued it. It hadn’t
been easy keeping the man’s soul under his power and just moments ago, he lost
control. But so what? It was over. The insignificant boy had killed himself and
this body, effectively aiding him in eliminating the last of his enemies. He
was now in complete control. All he needed to do now was to find another body
to possess. And with none who defied him alive, it was only a minor
inconvenience.

He was preparing to leave this
corpse, when pain in the form of hot needles came slashing at him, holding him
in place, squeezing him. What was happening? No! The boy, the child, he knew!
How could he have known it was him? It was impossible.

Impossible, but it was happening.
He could not leave this body; he was trapped no matter how hard he tried.
Slowly he felt his strength and power disappearing into painful oblivion. He
would have screamed if he had a mouth. Inside he wanted it to be a dream, a
nightmare, but it was reality:

The boy had won, and he will now
face eternal pain, eternal imprisonment. He had lost.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

My friend in uni stumbled unto my old DLCW tribute video, and she left this comment:

"Hey! I watched this video before I know you~!!! hahaha...it's one of the best tribute for LCW and I'm honored to know the one who made this video..=D"

To put it more in context, my friend is from Kuching. And she watched it there. When she was in Kuching.
WHEN SHE WAS LIKE, ACROSS THE SEA FROM ME.

According to her, it went "viral" among her friends. They all loved it.

I was reduced to gaping at my computer screen like an ape.

omagah! no way! O.O

Then I wondered whether to laugh or cry.

The beautiful irony is that people all over have seen this vid, but I still don't know if DLCW has seen it. SIGH.

Still, it's an amazing feeling to know that others have seen this and were...slightly touched by it. In some small way, it made them happy. Or ...dare i say it...inspired. Haha. I honestly did not think anyone apart from my friends, family, and maybe people in the Seremban/KL area would have known about it.

If anyone is wondering what video I'm talking about, you can have a look here

A little erm.."director's commentary" on that vid:
I had more than one reason to start that "little" project. One was obviously to just show our appreciation. The other was to experiment, to have a small observation/study on social media and community building. I wanted to see what would happened if we gathered people through social media for a good cause. Would they care? Would they take the extra step and do something? Thanks to another recent event, I have more to share on that, but I lack the time.

But yea, just thought I mention my shock/amazement/feels! over that comment. It made my day. Would like to thank everyone who participated and supported the idea. It happened last year, but I'm still grateful.

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